Legacy – ( my entry during the on the spot editorial exam of Bagwis)

Legacy

By Michelle Ann S. Gonzales

Three years of tracing its faces

Three years of feeling both its desolation and rejoice

Three years of hearing its voices,

some fading; some up roaring

It’s been three years since the first time I had set my foot on what had seemed to be a gigantic world for me.-MINDANAO STATE UNIVERSITY.

Flipping back, I was a first year then, full packed with gladness, and all that occurred to me are great expectations towards the new horizon that I will be trudging along the years of my being a student, yet I was also open about the realities that will flashed before me being an ‘msuan’.

Yes, I knew that the scorching heat of the sun will be experienced for a long years of time; that many episodes of my life will be spent on never ending walks from distant classrooms here and there; that the food might not be quite aright for my stomach; that amoeba, typhoid fever, and other sickness might invade my immune system; that powder dusts would be my forever friends and that they would surprise me in a series of sandstorms; I knew that.. I knew that… I knew that….I knew these things but these are all I knew. And what I knew is nothing but just a surface of what Mindanao State University is all about.

I ‘m a third year college now and as the everyday hope tricks down, bringing me here, I could not help but think of the daily happenstance that one experiences in this diversity.

From tracing the yellowish and brittle grasses of Fatima to the beige and maroon painted concretes of the entrance gate and alongside of the road, from hearing the coins I pick from my purse or ones which I borrow, from murmuring at my seat ‘cause I’m late while the driver stops the engine to collect the fare up to that very moment I hurry down the jeep and walk as fast as I could, from sitting at an arm chair and try to catch with the lessons to that very minute I am suddenly confronted with a question in quiz that I totally have no idea with, from dodging to kiosk kamanay, BQ or uhaw, for a lunch or a brunch  up to a cool slow walk with friends around, ready to go home and buzzing and cheesing about the latest drama on TV, or the latest song that hit the music chart, or the lessons we have tackled over the days, or worry about everything and nothing about tomorrow – this is my own tale, my everyday.

One…two… three…I tried to locked myself at a vision now not horizontally but vertically, east to west, north to south. And what I found out?

… were beautiful!

I was splashed with meaningful things around that I have seen before yet never tried to look upon. There were those organizations that speak various strokes of significance, religious, civic and academic. There were those different opportunities that are gateways to various vehicles that would pilot our lives to different destinies. There were those teachers whom we only thought are bound to teach our minds but actually are able to transform our lives and touch our hearts.

And as I finally fondled around my thoughts, I deeply imagined myself on that very day I will march the aisle and hand my diploma, at this instance asked myself.

‘What have I done over the years being in Mindanao State University?’

I sighed.

And not quite after a half minute, a heavier question flooded me.

‘What else have I not done yet?’#

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